The Clinic Ch. 01

Deb has spent the night spooned against me, in my arms. She wakes before me but stays in my arms. She starts grinding her ass against me. My cock is nestled between the cheeks of her ass where it has been all night. As she moves my cock responds, she squeezes her cheeks together, grabbing my cock, stroking it. Am I having a wet dream? My cock feels good. I'm groggy but begin to wake. The room is filled with light. My cock is now really hard. I finally figure it out. Deb wants me to fuck her ass. It is something she loves, she craves, that she will beg for. This morning she doesn't have to beg, she's already worked her magic. I grab the tube of lube on the night stand and coat my cock. I also apply some to my fingers and probe her ass. I can feel the heat from her ass. She's ready. I place the mushroom head of my cock at her hole and she pushes back against me. I slide right in, all the way in. I roll her onto her tummy and lift her legs. I'm going deep. I hold ont

Steve and Jane had always had a close relationship. Jane was 8 years older than Steve and they were always really good friends, got on really well and there was no doubt she was his favourite sister. This was all perfectly normal brotherly love he just connected with Jane better than Louise, his other sister. He didn't have any particular sexual feeling towards her, however she had at several points in his life been someone he had thought about during masturbation. His first ever orgasm in fact was in his bedroom with Jane's dirty panties, licking the stains she had left. Steve also had a big desire for panties. He loved getting panties from people he shouldn't. Licking dirty ones, or wearing clean ones. Knowing his cock was so close to where her pussy was and will be. This was pretty much any woman in the world, he loved the panties of any woman he wasn't allowed, his girlfriends over the years had never appealed to him, or his wife now. He was allowed them so there

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Hi, my name is Veronica, and I'm back with another story about how I torture my husband. We live in a 24/7 tease and denial relationship. I keep him locked in a stainless steel chastity cage. About once a week, I chain him to the bed and teasingly masturbate him with my right hand for a couple of hours. About once a month, at the end of his edging session, I stroke him to an orgasm. Meanwhile, he eats my pussy whenever I'm in the mood. I do reward him for his effort. For every orgasm I have by his mouth, I allow him to gently caress my ample tits for two seconds. He has to accumulate a minute of time before I'll allow him to caress them. 30 orgasms for a minute of gentle caresses. Yes, I enjoy the way my husband worships my tits. Because he worships my tits, the only times I let him see them is when I'm edging him and when I'm torturing him. My tits make edging him so much easier since it takes him longer to calm down. As far as torturing him, well I feel he deser

Sal had just finished her supper, she poured herself another glass of wine, then went into her bedroom. She put her wine on the bedside table. Sal then went into her ensuite bathroom. She looked in the mirror as she took off her makeup, she was now sixty-five, she had been a widow now for just under four years. The last three and a half years had been hard for her. Her husband's death had been so sudden and unexpected. He had been out of town on business. He had been found the next morning dead in his hotel bedroom. He had had a massive heart attack. She was a wealthy woman. She had inherited a substantial property portfolio. She also had a healthy stock portfolio. She also had a lot of money on deposit, though it wasn't earning much interest. Just after her husband died, she started buying gold. Sal now had a fortune lying in a safe deposit box in her bank; it was full of gold bars. She then brushed her teeth; she stripped naked. Sal looked at her voluptuous body in the mirro